Morning Glory

He was answering her question with a stupid question of his own, but Katya didn’t need an answer any longer. She’d found the mushrooms herself, though she wasn’t above kicking him out into the garden to collect some if need be. Thankfully, he seemed to have enough around the kitchen that she could make do. “Found them,” she announced, hearing his weight pausing in the doorway. Looking over her shoulder as she pulled what would have to serve as a mixing bowl from the cabinet, she spied a still fully nude Zach and smiled. She allowed him to go about his business as she prepared their food, and smirked at him, brows raised, as he reached across her to fetch a pair of mugs. “Yes, spasibo.” She moved around him to continue working, give a playful smack on his bum with the bottom of the bowl she was holding.

The sting of Zak's hand bouncing off her scantily clad backside made Katya grin. "Careful," she warned as she set the mixing bowl on the counter, continuing her prep work undisturbed by his brash behavior, "if you get what you are wishing for, then flinch like little girl, I would have to dump you. Then, you would not be getting any quiche." She made a pouty face at him, knowing he enjoyed her food as much as (if not more than) her body. Setting the eggs, milk, and spices to magically mix themselves in the makeshift mixing bowl, she pulled out a pie dough she'd made a day earlier from the freezer. She had learned that it was a good idea to have pie dough readily available around Zack, if only to tease him with the possibility of baking and then leaving him with whatever the foody-version of blue balls was. The man got far too many pies than was healthy, but Katya enjoyed working in the kitchen and he was always so grateful that they worked off whatever weight he might have put on from eating all her delicious foods.

"Da.” She heaved the pie dough onto the table in front of Zac and smiled. “You roll it for me and let me admire your cooking for once, yeah?” Katya wouldn’t really make him cook anything, partially because she enjoyed it so much, but also partly because she wasn’t sure exactly what Zack could handle in the kitchen and she very much suspected it wasn’t much. Turning her back on the naked doughboy, Katya picked up the mug of coffee she’d been poured and sipped it before inspecting the filling that was mixing itself in the bowl nicely. “After breakfast I need to go back to my flat. I have run out of clean clothes here, and would not like to be fired for going to work naked.” She grinned, her eyes glancing over to Zach and making their way noticeably to his bare nether region to drive home her point.

Zak made a sorry attempt at rolling out the dough, but his comment made her laugh. “If you were my boss, I would be out of a job because you would have eaten all the foods.” She took another sip of her coffee as he made tits out of the dough. She watched him with an amused expression on her face for a few minutes before shaking her head. “You are such an idiot,” she said in an adoring tone, setting her coffee mug down and dramatically picking up the rolling pin that was within arm’s reach of where Zack was “working”. She held it aloft to point out the obviousness of what she had been expecting but kept the mood light. Kat was more amused than anything else, even as she took over the job of rolling the dough out (with the rolling pin!) and mused aloud, “Krasivyy durak. It is a wonder I let you in my kitchen at all.” His kitchen, or any kitchen she was in really, was her kitchen so long as she was cooking or baking in it. She couldn’t help but make herself at home when cooking was involved. Rolling the dough to just the right thickness, Katya carefully picked it up and transferred it to the pan, combining it with the filling. They would only need to let it cook soon, and Katya was certain they could find something to entertain themselves with until it was ready to come out of the oven.

Pouring the filling into the pie pan, Katya chuckled to herself as Zach asked after “her” kitchen. “Da. The kitchen belongs to the most competent person in it. So, every kitchen is my kitchen.” She smiled to herself as Zack came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and asking after something to curb his appetite. Using her bum to push him back from the counter and give her space, Katya popped the quiche into the over and snatched the egg timer off the counter before turning to face the hungry wizard. She turned the dial and smirked at him, challenging him with the timer. “You have 30 minutes,” she said cheekily.